The Cave of Forgotton Streams

Sometimes I wonder about that treacherous gulf between the rolling excitement of the new and the cannonisation of the old. There must — I ponder, stroking a greying beard — exist a great sea of music trapped in the caverns of our iTunes libraries, crushed further and further down by ‘sort by Date Added’.

So I went spelunking (because it’s a more lyrical word than potholing) and stumbled across a cave of such beauty that it hurt to think of it laying, underground, all this time.

Sometimes you just want to be sung to in a voice that sounds like waves and sunshine. Sometimes you wish for that episode of Miami Vice where Crockett & Tubbs spend the entire episode sat on the Porsche, watching David Bryne perform on a street corner to no one. Sometimes Vangelis in his New Age pomp is exactly what you want to hear.